Kurt sat in the library at Dalton, comfortably set in one of the overstuffed armchairs, his notebook in his lap and pen in hand, tapping out an irregular beat against the arm of the chair. He stared down at the piece of paper which had the start to several notes scratched out, all of them addressed to a certain curly-haired brunette Warbler. He felt like he was back in second grade with those notes that read, “Do you like me? Check yes or no.” But he had to commend the little second graders for finding a way around the awkward face-to-face conversation or living without knowing, even if it was a bit childish and cowardly.

That must make me a child and a coward, Kurt thought, looking down at the piece of paper. Rolling his eyes at himself, he wrote, “Blaine. I like you. Love, Kurt.” He shook his head, incredulous at how ridiculous this whole situation was. Had he been a bit bolder he would have just come out and said it, right to Blaine’s face, but Kurt lacked courage. He almost snorted at the irony of the situation. Only a month ago, Blaine had told Kurt to have courage, and now he didn’t have any, all because of Blaine. With a frustrated sigh, he crumpled up the piece of paper, tossing it towards the wastebasket a few feet away.

“Everything alright?” Kurt looked up from the chair, finding himself staring at the boy who had been the cause of all his frustration for the past weeks.

No, everything is not alright. Everything is not alright because I like you far more than I should, but I can’t help it. You’re so charming that every time I think I could possibly get over you, you turn around and do something that gives me just enough hope to keep on liking you. You wink at me, you sing to me, you are so polite and reserved that it frustrates me to no end! Everything is not okay! I love you! I love you and you just stand there looking so attractive and charismatic and I have no idea how you feel about me!

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Kurt said softly, giving Blaine a sheepish smile. Blaine returned his smile with one of his own, another one that set Kurt’s heart beating fast.

“C’mon. Let’s go get coffee.” Blaine said, and Kurt nodded, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder, mentally kicking himself for missing another chance.

if I should be so bold
I’d ask you to hold my heart in your hand
I’d tell you from the start how I’ve longed to be your man
but I never said a word
I guess I’m gonna miss my chance again